King Los

[fox69]

"War"
(feat. Marsha Ambrosius)

"War"
(feat. Marsha Ambrosius)



[King Los:]
It's a war going on
It's a war going on
Yeah, it's a war going on

God told me this movie will write itself
Spread love, be wise and let foolery fight itself

Cause it's a war going on outside on the corner
It's a war on your TV screen every morning
Not the war with the bombs and the helicopters swarming
But the war for your soul, that's what everyone's ignoring
It's a war going on
Yeah, it's a war going on

(I was just talking to the homie the other day man)

He said I'm a pump this fuckin' caine, pump this fuckin' caine
Hug this block, tuck this fuckin' Glock, all you suckas lame
This my spot, this my fuckin' spot, you know what I rep
I go Deebo make my way up from a kilo on that step
Thug to death, yeah I mean the death, let that pistol talk
You say truce, me speaking no english, bitch go get some heart
Fuck the law, nigga fuck the law, they can see me too
Fuck a school, and the teacher too, they no teach the truth
What's a pops, never had a pop, let that ratchet pop
I'm too real, gave a fiend a pill for a Magnavox
Man fuck we got, fuck we really got, but this gutter shit
All my niggas hug the strip and all my bitches love to strip
So suck a dick, I got kids, and a baby mama too
Yeah she work my fucking nerves like a baby mama do
I be stressed, I be hella stressed, smoke a bunch of weed
High for real, pop the pill and drop the Xanny in my lean
I can scream, cause you just smile like everything is fine
Hope is fun, when I grab my gun, come take your life or mine
Suicide, yeah it's suicide, life is suicide
Fuck your right or wrong, the shit that I been on is do or die
If I do I die, if I don't I die that's suicide
Got the devil with a gun against my brain like choose a side
Cause it's a war going on...

Cause it's a war going on outside on the corner
It's a war on your TV screen every morning
Not the war with the bombs and the helicopters swarming
But the war for your soul, that's what everyone's ignoring
It's a war going on
Yeah, it's a war going on

God told me this movie will write itself
Spread love, be wise and let foolery fight itself

(Cause it's a... it's a... it's a war going on)

I love the hood with my whole heart
It whole heartedly been a part of me in my own thought process
So I digest through my own art
That I'm blessed though I digress due to slow starts
But who else could bring the hood out
And tell 'em when they let God in, it brings the good out
Learn a lesson and listen
My current composition concerns your present condition
And turn direction envision of givin' blessings and wishin' you well
Well wishing and tales fishing
Siftin' through hell's kitchen to find good
Have a God-like mind as the divine should
Define good within yourself I think the time's good
And may these lines live forever like a line should
It's a war going on and your soul fighting
So frightening within you I see thunder and both lightening
Boat striking, snow ice and hail
Your whole life unfold like, cold nights in Hell
In a mode like, you're feeling low like, like you don't like yourself
You got no sight, no insight
No foresight, that's the shit that your foes like
Run up on a nigga get 'em froze like
Put the 4-4 to his foes like
Niggas 'bout to take a pic, trying to get the pose right
Red dot, headshot, hit 'em close like
Like, like all theses niggas I've got to shoot one
Fuck one pistol I'm cocking two guns
Fuck shoe money, I'm coppin' coupes son
No y'all niggas not 'bout to do none
Guns, that's a way of life, get money not God
You got guns, we got bigger guns, go get one and I ride
If I die, they say I went hard, I go super hard
Bitch you with this shits or not? We gon' get this loot or starve?
Fuck you doing? Writin' in a pad, fuck you making songs
What you rappin', boy you know what's happ'nin', that shit take too long
Fuck you mean? Get this fucking cream, get this fucking cream
Hug this block, tote this fucking Glock, can't let these suckers scheme
Shit too real, shit too fucking real, I'm too real to dream
So when it's [gunshots] this cold world won't feel a thing

[Marhsa Ambrosius:]
Lonely days are gone
All them nights to come
Waited to be yours
So let's make love not war
So let the choir sing and let 'em know
So let the choir sing and let 'em know
So let the choir sing and let 'em know
Whoa...

 

[fox69]

"We Aint The Same"
(feat. Twista, Tank)

"We Aint The Same"
(feat. Twista, Tank)



Shed a lot of blood and cried a lot of tears just to get a nigga here
You're the employee of the month but I'm the man of the year
Might breathe like me but can't see like me, court vision for the game
Finally this point just to prove this point that we are not the same

We are not the same, we are not the same
(We're not the same)
We are not the same, we are not the same
(We're not the same)
We are not the same, we are not the same
(We're not the same)
We are not the same, we are not the same
(We're not the same)

King Los ah
Dear pops, I had a dream and you appeared in it twice
You were near to me, and you were here with advice
Your view is clear and precise, fewer pears in my life will pursue the fears that they felt
And you appeared to be right
You told me never way 'cause the way that I would abandon
Will hit the ground til it's shaking, then crack and create a canyon
In other words this world is my canvass so paint freely
But paint freedom 'cause this here's so deep that you can't free me
Before you faded you stayed evasive, an alcoholic
Inside my heart, well just haunt me or hall me until I'm honest
Honestly I am on it, on it, be on the comet
The comet beyond the stars, startin to really vomit
To seek inscriptions in scriptures, my shit's equipped with this gift
And this quickened wisdom my vision, vision livin in rhythm
Different from niggas triggered by trickery in the prison
Your answered wishing was given and faded off in the distance like

Shed a lot of blood and cried a lot of tears just to get a nigga here
You're the employee of the month but I'm the man of the year
Might breathe like me but can't see like me, court vision for the game
Finally this point just to prove this point that we are not the same

We are not the same, we are not the same
(We're not the same)
We are not the same, we are not the same
(We're not the same)
We are not the same, we are not the same
(We're not the same)
We are not the same, we are not the same
(We're not the same)

Wuddup Los? Twista
To live the life I live, my soul is matching perfect
Just check how graphic the verses, the others gon scratch the surface
I'm ugly as after birth is
Wicked as snatching purses
Fuck bitches with matching purses,
Put niggas in matching hearses ah
Be different but it really kinda weighs
And it's why I gotta let you know about you
Used to be up on the block on the roof
When I see a nigga pull up on the block, let's shoot
What you lookin at the shock and the proof?
Witness how we are so different
You happy with what you got, I see more then go get it
Yea, why you say if you read you'd notice
I'd never settle for less, I look for ulterior motives
A confident kind but pop his collars for riches
Corner congressman but Nostradamus
With Glock and dollars and bitches
I'm as ambitious as a king can be
Spin the vinyl right back, with a backpack and a fast sack
In the backpack with a backpack, never gonna look at things
Everybody never knew I'm in another universe
I'm a never be the image of another one
Los and Twista nigga, light up
Smoke another one and another one

Shed a lot of blood and cried a lot of tears just to get a nigga here
You're the employee of the month but I'm the man of the year
Might breathe like me but can't see like me, court vision for the game
Finally this point just to prove this point that we are not the same

We are not the same, we are not the same
(We're not the same)
We are not the same, we are not the same
(We're not the same)
We are not the same, we are not the same
(We're not the same)
We are not the same, we are not the same
(We're not the same)

 

[fox69]

"Weak"
(feat. Cassie, Wiz Khalifa)

"Weak"
(feat. Cassie, Wiz Khalifa)



[Cassie:]
So what you talking about, what you talking about
All that bullshit, you...
I'm catching bodies in my sleep, killing niggas call the police
Hundred bottles all on me
That shit so, that shit so weak

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Walk up in the club, they're like "oh, goddamn it!"
Got a whole lot of Jane and a whole lot of rings on
Just made another two milli' off a deal
So I'm 'bout to go crazy, get my fuckin' champagne on
Thirty-five bottles when I walk up in the Greystone
Certified platinum anything I put my name on
Pockets fat, so they showed me love, collar, fades on
Grammy-nominated from a song about a pay phone
Stuntin', stuntin' - I'm rollin' up like it's nothin'
If I want it, I'm gon' pay for it
I get it if I want it
My car foreign, I drop back
The roof let the sun in
Game's what a nigga runnin'
Get a check then I'm dumbin'
Ooh, fly nigga, smoke papers only
I'm a made nigga, I be with made men
Fuck niggas I stay away from, dog
They never play me, I never save them
Smoke 'til I pass out, my eyes be all lazy
Keep bringing more bottles, they say you so crazy
I'm like "ten more"
The waitress looked at me like "10-4"
If you ain't spendin' no ends up
Fuck you niggas up in here for?
I'm drunk, can't drive my Benz
High, can't find my friends
Damn near out my mind
Goin' out again, heard how much I made
Watch how much I spend...

[Cassie:]
So what you talkin' 'bout, what you talkin' 'bout?
All that bullshit you...
I'm catching bodies in my sleep
Killin' niggas, call the police
A hundred bottles, all on me
That shit's so, that shit's so weak
Talk shit about me, then speak
That shit's so, that shit's so weak
We done spent your mortgage on weed
I'm catching bodies in my sleep
Killin' niggas, call the police
You swear you ballin' out in these streets
That shit's so, that shit's so weak

[King Los:]
They should take the dollar bill and put a fly nigga on it
Yacht, brought Ciroc, but my nigga on it
I'm the shit, in the crib, hella bad
With a motherfuckin' helipad, two fly niggas on it
Poppin' tags, pockets fat as the bitch Cadisha
In my custom Cutty so smokin' I call it Wiz Khalifa
Get your dough and throw that cheese up, man
That's how we makin' pizza
If it's poppin' and I profit, I could probably make a feature
I could probably make a teacher go "what?!"
Rather take a piece of history than a piece of your love
Let me tell you 'bout love, bitch, I love to ball, bitch
I love to ball, bitch, I love to fall, bitch
Cause you get the trap, bitch, I love 'em all
Bet you love your bitch, bet you love 'em all
Bet you rub 'em all on the back like that
She was just up in my section
Checkin' for niggas who really gettin' checks
And who really got whips in the parking lot
Like they look like the Jetsons
I'm fresher than freshman in a Letterman
Them niggas buyin' the bottles?
I mean, who the fuck let 'em in?
We on the couch like Family Guy
I got a brand new Lambi with Brandy's eyes
Got brand design, I got that too legit to quit
I got that hammer time, I got that grammer mind
That mean my bitch is ballin' too, nigga
You know what my bitches is callin' you niggas?
They callin' you bitches, callin' you niggas
Out, no top on the Coupe, call it wiggin'
Ow, can you dig it?
Jump back and kiss myself
Man, every second I miss myself
When I think about the illest niggas they say ever did it
I get inconsiderate like it is just myself
Man, I twist myself a little doobie and do me
So do me no favours, I do it like I'm doing a movie

[Cassie:]
So what you talkin' 'bout, what you talkin' 'bout?
All that bullshit you...
I'm catching bodies in my sleep
Killin' niggas, call the police
A hundred bottles, all on me
That shit's so, that shit's so weak
Talk shit about me, then speak
That shit's so, that shit's so weak
We done spent your mortgage on weed
I'm catching bodies in my sleep
Killin' niggas, call the police
You swear you ballin' out in these streets
That shit's so, that shit's so weak

 

[fox69]

"What's Good"

"What's Good"


[Verse 1: Los]
Yo
Man I should run up in these record labels
Like hey let me talk to ya'll
Then put that K to A in R's
Like I'm bout to spell Arkansas
Hand over my ice and cream
I ain't talkin about Haagen Dazs
I could moonwalk on the sun
Stop wishin on these fallen stars
Flow sharper than arrow heads
Ask around I'm a thoroughbred
Best rapper alive
I mean like in the whole world craig
Shout out to my birthplace
Who knew I would lose it all
You could sign me durin a earthquake
This time I refuse to fall
Got my swag high like a nigga blew that kush
Kicks fly like I threw a shoe at bush
What's takin so long to get my ready to ball
I feel like a chick gettin ready for prom
No rainbow, but it's so lame though
Here's a few questions from the Los game show
Whos better? You never
Man make a lil room for the new fella

[Hook: Los]
Good loadie woadie, everyone in the hood
Roll up on me like, now what's up witchu homie?
Don't you know all these suckas is phonie?
So what's good? Let me tell you what's good
The town ain't safe cause the hood just hood
My past couldn't slow a nigga down, what could?
So the crown ain't safe in the hood, what's good?
I know you see me gunnin' for the spot, what's good?
From the bottom I'm comin' for the top, what's good?
Tell em keep your money runnin' til it stops, what's good?
When I get say I'm gunnin' for my block, what's good?
Let me tell you what's good
The town ain't safe cause the hood just hood
My past couldn't slowa nigga down, what could?
So the crown ain't safe in the hood, what's good?

[Verse 2: Los]
I'm just sailin' off and livin' far from frail
Or starving prison jail
Ya boy be tight and his jewelry bright
As Bale or Harvard Princeton Yale
What I gotta tell ya like Kanye tell ya
Run up in the awards, pull a Kanye-Taylor
Came from the bottom so you know I hate failure
I make everything tight like Kanye Tailor
Somebody go ask Jay Z
What's the craziest a flow could be?
Cause I be sayin shit that could make an athiest go O M G
I'm the rap KG slash black J-Beib
But I go hard in the paint and ya broad might faint
You a wack JV nigga, 6 man down
Talkin bout you finna ride but your kickstand down
Bitch stand down to a stand up dude
I get and 1's when I'm in a and what mood?
Got me stop me you and what crew?
Silly rabbit what planet you think
We on you don't stand a chance
Your girl ask em nail her I screwed her
Then did the hammer dance
She went down like a avalanche
I'm too big for you, small pierce
Coupe top pushed back like Paul Pierce
I ball I push that like Paul Pierce
I could do shit here all year
So I'm comin through the lane like Rondo nigga
Cause my belt like a car note and my shoes about as much
As a payment on a condo nigga
And I'm comin for the crown no convo nigga

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Whippin' Azz"

"Whippin' Azz"


Man I got dumb hoes, stupid bands
The guts red, but the coupe is tan
If a slut with it, I'm a scoop her damn
And have her "draggin' balls" no Super Saiyan
Make her pussy whistle like a flute was playin
At my "crib tonight" no Superman
Get it kryptonite, Superman I'm in a new sedan
And bumpin Luther Van
I make her grip, break a cheque
Make your bitch break her neck
Handle you niggas and won't even break a sweet
Hit your brakes, slow it down, your shit was fake
Lil nigga, big mistake, I'm the shit what's the big debate?
My niggas in the kitchen got shit to bake
Bitch I'm nuts like Christmas cake
I said cut your single and drop it
Everything bout to slow up
Got Krispy Kreme in my pocket
In other words my dough nuts
She go nuts when I'm in her thang
No luck with you minute man
My city told me go kill you niggas
So I told the coach to put me in the game

I say I ball, I swag, I grind, I floss
I cop these cars, pop tags, I shine, take off

Okay I took a loss, not again
Drop my top to get oxygen
From the bottom got to win
I told em what a happen if they box me in

And then I'm whoopin ass, whoopin ass
Whoopin ass, I'm whoopin ass
Whoopin ass, whoopin ass
Whoopin ass, I'm whoopin ass

I cop the drop, drop the top
Switch the lane, hit the gas
Hit the door, flip the cash
Niggas know I'm whoopin ass

Okay runway fashion Dolce
White girl give me windpipe, bitch might think I'm O.J
Ro-ro-rozay
Call it Rolex, hoes say
Let me see that rock band like I got tickets to Coldplay
Wait, oh God
All my diamonds go off
If I start fist pumpin it look like I'm throwin snowballs
I like short skirts, no panty please
I make the pussy overheat, she need antifreeze
I fan it off then light it up again
And make a pit stop and tighten up her friend

I said I break a bitch back, make her bring the bitch back
When she think of this dick she gon bring up this track
I'm a king in the matt (mattress), do my thing while you slack
On your pimpin you slippin I bring the attack

Woo
Hit your breaks slow down your shit was fake
Lil nigga, big mistake, I'm the shit, what's the big debate?

I say I ball, I swag, I grind, I floss
I cop these cars, pop tags, I shine, take off

Okay I took a loss, not again
Drop my top to get oxygen
From the bottom got to win
I told em what a happen if they box me in

And then I'm whoopin ass, whoopin ass
Whoopin ass, I'm whoopin ass
Whoopin ass, whoopin ass
Whoopin ass, I'm whoopin ass

I cop the drop, drop the top
Switch the lane, hit the gas
Hit the door, flip the cash
Niggas know I'm whoopin ass

 

[fox69]

"Whoopin' Ass"

"Whoopin' Ass"


[Intro]

[Verse 1:]
Man I got dumb hoes, stupid bands
The guts red, but the coupe is tan
If a slut with it, I'm a scoop her damn
And have her draggin balls (dragon balls) no Super Saiyan
Make her pussy whistle, like a flute was playing
At my crib tonight, no Superman
Get it? Krypotonite, Superman
I'm in a new Sedan, I'm bumpin' Luther Van
I'll make a brick, break a check
Make your bitch break a neck
Handle you niggas and won't even break a sweat (whoop)
Hit your breaks, slow it down, your shit was fake
Lil nigga, big mistake, I'm the shit, what's the big debate?
My niggas in the kitchen got shit to bake
Bitch, I'm nuts like Christmas cake
I say, cut your single and drop it (drop it)
Everything about to slow up (slow up)
Got Krispie Kreme in my pockets
In other words, my dough nuts
She go nuts when I'm in the thang
No luck with you minute-mane
My city told me go kill you niggas
So I told coach to put me in the game

[Hook:]
I say I ball, I swag, I grind, I floss
I cop these cars, pop tags, I shine, take off
Okay, I took a loss, not again
Drop my top to get oxygen
From the bottom, got to win
I told them what would happen if the box me in and now
I'm whoopin' ass x8
I copped the drop, dropped the top
Switched the lane, hit the gas
Flipped the door, flipped the cash
Niggas know I'm whoopin' ass

[Verse 2:]
Okay, runway fashion Dolce
White girl give me windpipe
Bitch might think I'm O.J
Ro-Ro-Rozay
Call it rolex, hoes say
Let me see that rockband like I got tickets to Coldpay
Wait, oh God, all my diamonds go off
If I start fist pumpin it look like I'm throwin snowballs
I like short skirts, no panty please
I make the pussy overheat she need antifreeze
I fan it off then light it up again
And make a pit stop and tighten up her friend
I said I break a bitch back make her bring the bitch back
When she think of this dick she gon bring up this track
I'm a king in the matt do my thing while you slack
On your pimpin you slippin I bring the attack
Woo hit your breaks slow down your shit was fake
Lil nigga big mistake I'm the shit what's the big debate

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Why You Mad"

"Why You Mad"


You get money all day
Stack money all day
Fuck bitches all night in the club with your bands out
Pop bottles till you pass out
You really bout that life, they don't do it like you
No they don't do it like you
From the whips to the hoes, you got everything locked
From the bottom to the top
We gotta let a nigga know, why you so mad?

Why you so mad?
Why you niggas so mad?
When you see me ball
Really want me fall off
Wanna see me doing bad, why you so mad?
Why you so mad?
Why you so mad?
When you see a nigga ball
Really want me fall off
Wanna see me doing bad, why you so mad?

Uhhh, probably cause your bitches
Shocking all my niggas, we just rubber banding on figures
I laughin at you niggas, just order fifty more bottles
That's big money decisions
I do it to the strippers nigga
Throwin' thirty motherfuckin' bands homie
I don't give a fuck, pour it up, pour it up
Champagne spillin' all on my Louie's
She keep pullin' on all my...
Diamonds dancin' all on my jewelry, woah
Hold up, I see a hater
Roll up, I need a paper
Know what? probably a guy, she a beggar
I climb in your mom and you probably will take her, back
You wack, in fact, she remind me of Vegas
You remind me of Vega
We ain't no kin, all I do is shock her, like Blanca
This remind me of Sega, damn
Old video game ass nigga want a chain
You put ten in your chain ass, nigga lame ass
Nigga same cash nigga, make a nigga laugh
Make a nigga cry, niggas die everyday over that bullshit
The four fifth like Jordan back
The Porsche white but the Jordans black
Not my Jordans, my Jordans white
But when a nigga came around the corner black
I was on them 23′s, you see where I'm doing it at
See how I do it nigga, you know where I do it at
All these bitches throw to a nigga like a quarterback
Yeah, she throw it like a quarterback
Hater keep the change, I don't even need a quarter back
Hater keep the change, I don't even need a quarter back
Cause everytime I see you in the club

You get money all day
Stack money all day
Fuck bitches all night in the club with your bands out
Pop bottles till you pass out
You really bout that life, they don't do it like you
No they don't do it like you
From the whips to the hoes, you got everything locked
From the bottom to the top
We gotta let a nigga know, why you so mad?

Why you so mad?
Why you niggas so mad?
When you see me ball
Really want me fall off
Wanna see me doing bad, why you so mad?
Why you so mad?
Why you so mad?
When you see a nigga ball
Really want me fall off
Wanna see me doing bad, why you so mad?

I don't know what you've been told
All my bitches rock diamonds and gold
All your hoes wanna ride, tonight
Money fallin' from the sky
Love the way you do it baby
Climb your ass up on that pole
Right cheek, left cheek, lose control, tonight
Money falling from the sky
Love the way you do it, don't do it like you do it baby
Love the way you do it, don't do it like you do it baby

You get money all day
Stack money all day
Fuck bitches all night in the club with your bands out
Pop bottles till you pass out
You really bout that life, they don't do it like you
No they don't do it like you
From the whips to the hoes, you got everything locked
From the bottom to the top
We gotta let a nigga know, why you so mad?

Why you so mad?
Why you niggas so mad?
When you see me ball
Really want me fall off
Wanna see me doing bad, why you so mad?
Why you so mad?
Why you so mad?
When you see a nigga ball
Really want me fall off
Wanna see me doing bad, why you so mad?

 

[fox69]

"With My Hoodie On"
(trayvon Martin Tribute)

"With My Hoodie On"
(trayvon Martin Tribute)



[Intro: Los]
Yo, yo, yo
I need the entire world to hear me right now
The entire world, baby
It's Los
I just came here tonight to celebrate the life of Trayvon Martin
Put your hoodie on

[Hook: Los]
I then came up (came up)
Got mine (got mine)
Thinking heart breaks (heart break)
Now it's my time (it's my time)
If God willing to kick me off this block (with my hoodie on)
The Lord's grilling because I'm in that drop (with my hoodie on)
I ride (with my hoodie on)
I hustle (with my hoodie on)
Damn right, I represent the struggle (with my hoodie on)
I ride (with my hoodie on)
I hustle (with my hoodie on)
Damn right, I represent the struggle (with my hoodie on)

[Verse 1: Los]
God gave us the ability to love
They took it from us and gave us hostility and drugs
Eff if you're not feeling me
My father got murdered fifteen years ago nigga I still need a hug
True shit, It's like I lost the best friend that I had
So in return, he returned me this pen and this pad
This passion is pain, this willing is dry
This firey ambition so willing to ride
For this feeling I feel in my heart
If you ain't riding with me, I'm willing to walk
Like I'm wrestling for this one shot
Feeling like Trayvon on the lawn before the gun shot
I ain't getting my up to no good on
They just wanna kill me cause I put my hood on
But fuck whatever they on
I forever put my hood on, Trayvon

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Los]
The dash on my Maserati is digital
It got em' asking if my Versaci original
I pick and pose for the paparazzi I pivot for
My rings and watches make Liberace look pitiful
Staring out my twenty foot windows with steal curtains
Reminiscing on when my momma was still working
The block that I'm from, the way that I live
And how I probably never change, that's the way that it is
So I'm giving out love in exchange for the war
And I'm lifting up my hood like I'm changing the world
Just trying to add to your drive
Turn your feuds into food they be mad you arrived
I can't get you sunshine and the mist of the rain
All I can offer is a smile in the mist of your pain
Like fuck whatever they on
I forever put my hood on, Trayvon

[Hook]

[Outro:]
This one's for you, Trayvon
With my hoodie on

 

[fox69]

"Woke Up Like This"

"Woke Up Like This"


Woke up to my trap house jumping like McDonald's
Rolling Kush And Popping Bottles, I woke up Like that
I woke up In a foreign on some forgiatos
Yea my girl look like a model, she woke up like that
Woke up like that, woke up like that
Woke up like that, They mad 'Cause I woke up like that
I'm rich as fuck, my kitchen looks like Benihana's
Homie I'm just being honest, I woke up like that
Woke up like that, woke up like that
Woke up like that, they mad cause I woke up like that
Woke up like that, woke up like that
Woke up like that, you mad cause I woke up like that

Woke up in a mansion damn I miss my hood
Woke up in some pussy damn near missed a juug
Fell asleep trapping, woke up to the bread
Shoutout to my nigga marty woke up in the feds
Rolling in that Rolls Royce blowing dope up out the back
Bitch I do this for my true niggas That woke up in that trap
Ducking popo, packing fofo, riding low pros on that 'lac
In that momo, chopping coco, pushing boat loads across the map
I remember waking up feeling ashed out
Now I got her ass up in that Aston
Acting a ass, mashing the gas on the cash route
And you no I make it rain, cause' the last drought
That came through here, had a nigga lane to lane, moving thangs through here
If it ain't too clear gotta' take it while it's good
If you don't You could fuck around and wake up in my hood
I'm a real nigga, bitch I wouldn't fake it if I could, King

Woke up to my trap house jumping like McDonald's
Rolling Kush And Popping Bottles, I woke up Like that
I woke up In a foreign on some forgiatos
Yea my girl look like a model, she woke up like that
Woke up like that, woke up like that
Woke up like that, They mad 'Cause I woke up like that
I'm rich as fuck, my kitchen looks like Benihana's
Homie I'm just being honest, I woke up like that
Woke up like that, woke up like that
Woke up like that, they mad cause I woke up like that
Woke up like that, woke up like that
Woke up like that, you mad cause I woke up like that

I wake up in your bitch, ain't nothing personal
She wake up in my maybach with the curtains closed
She fell asleep stripping, woke up to some red
I bought that bitch some heels and woke up to some head
Now my baby girl so bad, she cannot ride no Maserati
She need matte black Bentleys, all the brand new Birkins and Zenadies
When she fiend she call for papi
Put that dope dick on her body
And my nigga so Jon Gotti
Chop bricks like they know Karate
Now wave to mutherfucking bread ha
Say hi to the bread, took a red eye
Eyes red like the rari with the dead eyes
That's a grill motherfucker drop the top
That's a I'll, motherfucker I should chill
Ha, nigga are you real motherfucker? whatever
'Cause motherfuckers never loved us, Remember?

Woke up to my trap house jumping like McDonald's
Rolling Kush And Popping Bottles, I woke up Like that
I woke up In a foreign on some forgiatos
Yea my girl look like a model, she woke up like that
Woke up like that, woke up like that
Woke up like that, They mad 'Cause I woke up like that
I'm rich as fuck, my kitchen looks like Benihana's
Homie I'm just being honest, I woke up like that
Woke up like that, woke up like that
Woke up like that, they mad cause I woke up like that
Woke up like that, woke up like that
Woke up like that, you mad cause I woke up like that

 

[fox69]

"Wrong Places"
(feat. Eric Bellinger)

"Wrong Places"
(feat. Eric Bellinger)



[Hook: Eric Bellinger]
Oooha wrong places, wrong places
Bad timing, won't make it nooo oooh
Wrong places, wrong places
Trying to get it to the top, no patience
But I've learned a lot oh yeah

[Verse 1: King Los]
Ugh, I'm from a street where it ain't safe to cross
You can get it straight man my niggas pray with they safetys off
So I'm just praying for their safety
They make it safe when these niggas praying for your safe keep
Is it ironic I concentrate on the combinations?
When you combine all that constant hate in your conversation
Believe me son easy one I got no regrets
Cause when the creepers come be the ones you let know you best
Embrace yourself when all the loss is coming
I been accustomed to losing shit since I lost my cousin
Not to mention my dad my homies my first deal
Rarely I embrace the emotion of how does hurt feels
What it feel like nigga live fear?
Feels like living inferior to the feelings of feeling real life
I feel like me and these niggas clashin' still
Cause if they don't kill me me not pursuing my passions will

[Hook]

[Bridge x2: Eric Bellinger]
Everything they fed everybody
Ain't no point in crying about it
What you dwelling on? Yeah

[Verse 2: King Los]
For everything I exaggerated
Over saturated I'm fascinated I graduated
I had to play with the hand I was dealt
But had the ace in the hole cause I had imagination I crapped in my way in
In fact,
Me displaying inaccurate weigh in
Had to be with attracted this shit that I'm actually sayin'
I mastered display smiles when I felt pain
And being other peoples sunshine though I felt rain
It feel strange when you meet someone that carry you
But niggas think you fly
So these leeches want to bury you
Worry you and very few in my area
Now every two seconds I see someone I barely knew
Damn, nice to meet you my nigga
I wish you love and health
I hope your haters hate you as much as you love yourself
I hope you hustle as hard as you claim you ballin out
Just learn to make it back keep spendin'
That's what's all about
Daughter out here lovin
I think she love stress
I never be the one to tell you love less
But baby these niggas loveless
Everything ain't for everybody just success

[Hook]

[Bridge x2]